[center]When they reached the camp there was a rush of wind as Phoenix landed. He had been away hunting but had come speeding back upon feeling how distressed Estelle was. He gently took the girl from Jason and cradled her to his chest, mind enveloping hers. [i][color=gold]Estelle? What is it? What's wrong?[/color][/i] He waited anxiously for an answer. The reply came, weak and fragile. [i][color=violet]Loki...[/color][/i]

All it took was that one word and a snarl escaped Phoenix, smoke curling from his nostrils, rage filling him upon hearing that name. He knew exactly what the God had done to Estelle and just thinking about it made the dragon want to rip the insane deity limb from limb. He glanced around at the gathering demigods that wanted to know what was wrong. Knowing Estelle wouldn't want the others to see her like that, Phoenix pressed her closer to his breast and spread his wings, taking to the air.

He flew up high over the camp, hoping the feeling of the soothing wind would calm the girl. After flying for a few minutes he felt Estelle stir and he slowly released her as she spread her own wings and began drifting next to him. She then quietly filled him in on the meeting between herself and Loki, Phoenix injecting growls here and there. Once the tale was finished they drifted silently next to her. 

Estelle was wrapped in her own thoughts and Phoenix knew well enough to leave her be for the moment. Estelle knew that next time she was face-to-face with the God, she couldn't freeze up. She couldn't let her fears get the better of her. She would be ready next time he decided to pay her a visit.[/center]